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Friday, 12 September 2014

Release Day Blitz for Miss Guided by Alexia Adams

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Miss Guided

His matchmaking plans are about to backfire.

Running out of time...

Mystery writer Marcus Sullivan is determined to find someone for his younger brother Liam to love. Playing matchmaker on vacation in St. Lucia, Marcus tries to interest Liam in beautiful, local tour guide Crescentia St. Ives. Unfortunately, things don’t go to plan. And when Marcus and Crescentia are stranded during a thunderstorm, the plot to match her with his brother incinerates in the flames of desire. No way can Liam have her when Marcus can’t keep his hands off. Too bad he can’t write a happier ending to their blossoming romance.

Running away...

Crescentia St. Ives’ career as a public defender in New York has taken a toll. Following an emotionally devastating case, she returns to her homeland, St. Lucia. While her uncle is recovering from a heart attack, she helps out with his floundering tour company. The product of a holiday affair, Crescy is determined not to follow in her mother’s footsteps. But her resolve is severely tested when she meets Marcus Sullivan. Can she convince him that they can have more than a fling? Or will his secret be too much to overcome?

She sucked in a deep breath. “I would love to show you my beach,” she said.

Half an hour later, she wasn’t so sure. She’d put on her most modest swimsuit, but it was still a bikini and showed way too much flesh. Skin, which at the moment, was screaming out for Marcus’s touch. Even though she still had on her aunt’s ugly dress, it was as if he had Superman’s X-ray vision and could see through to what lay beneath. She thought back to his eyes on her chest when she’d inadvertently flashed him when delivering the coffee earlier. Now she was paying the price; her breasts ached for his hands to touch what his eyes had caressed.

He wore the swim trunks that had featured in several erotic daydreams yesterday. Her eyes swept over him, and a definite tenting appeared at the front of the already tight fabric.

“I’m going to have to risk drowning to cool off,” he said. “Are you coming?” “In more ways than one,” she muttered, then stripped off her dress and followed him toward the sea. Last night’s storm had thrown even more than the usual debris onto the beach so they picked their way across the seaweed and coconut husks.Once in the water, he dived in, swimming with strong strokes that showed off his muscles. She didn’t have the energy to chase after him so she floated in the warm water, watching the clouds pass overhead. Strong hands grabbed her waist and pulled her against a tall, hard body.

“It’s no good,” Marcus whispered into her ear.

“What’s no good? The beach? We can go to another, but it will be crowded.” She gave up trying to resist him and let herself melt against him, her back to his chest, their legs tangling in the water. At least he was able to stand. Otherwise, she probably would have drowned because her muscles refused to cooperate. His hands crept up her sides till they rested under her breasts.

“The beach is fine. It’s no good trying to resist you. I want you so bad, Crescy. You’re all I can think about.”

“Marcus…” she moaned as his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples. He bent his head and licked the salt water from her neck.

“Five minutes. I want five minutes to touch and taste you.”

She nodded dumbly. His hands slid under her bikini top, squeezing and molding her breasts.His fingers plucked and caressed her hardened nipples until she thought she might pass out. One hand slipped back down her waist and into her bottoms where his fingers rubbed and teased until she hung on the edge of oblivion.

“Marcus,” she gasped when his fingers slid inside her. He spun her around so she was facing him. She was about to protest the loss of his touch when his fingers began their magic again, only this time his mouth was on her breast. As he sucked and licked her now naked chest, his fingers increased the tempo, sliding in and out of her in rhythm with the waves. She was panting heavily, her weight supported by Marcus and the buoyant water.

Waves of sensations crashed through her until a tsunami flooded her whole body with pleasure. She repeated his name over and over again, the one word that would form in her overwhelmed brain, until his lips covered hers. She bit back a cry of disappointment when he set her back on her feet and swam away.

Her little patch of heaven had just crept a bit closer to the real thing.

About The Author

Short Bio:

Alexia once traveled the world, meeting new people, experiencing new sights and tastes. She’s lived in Canada, New Zealand, Australia, England, and France, as well as spent time in Panama and Russia. When life demanded that she stay rooted in one place, she took to vicarious voyages through the characters she created in her romance novels. Her stories reflect her love of travel and feature locations as diverse as the wind-swept prairies of Canada to hot and humid cities in Asia.